Guess what I got to do at work today?!
Jul. 18th, 2005 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckGet sunstroke and bleed copiously!
I got to work in the formal garden, cutting down the daylilies with a nifty handheld saw thingy. It's beastly hot in there. And muggy. And after about two hours of routine sawing through stems in the blazing sun, my attention started wandering. And I sawed through not just daylily stems, but a bit of my pinky.
I was already a bit sunstruck, so I sat for a moment, bemusedly watching the blood stream down my finger. Wow, that's really red, was my intelligent thought at the time.
At first I thought I could just go on sawing, but then came to the conclusion that maybe that was a bad thing.
The next thought that came into my sun-addled mind was Maybe I'd better stop the bleeding. My finger had other ideas.
After about five minutes, I decided I should go to Mom's office and ask if she had any first aid stuff. When I walked in, she was checking her email.
"Mom, do you have a first aid kit?"
"Um, I think I have one in here somewhere... what do you need a magnifying glass for?"
"No, no, a first aid kit."
"What? Why? What happened?"
I mutely held up my bloodstained hands, showing her the pinky that was still bleeding in a ridiculous manner.
We found some bandaids. I went back out in the sun some more. Then I nearly fell out and we got to go home.
Don't you wish you had my job?
I got to work in the formal garden, cutting down the daylilies with a nifty handheld saw thingy. It's beastly hot in there. And muggy. And after about two hours of routine sawing through stems in the blazing sun, my attention started wandering. And I sawed through not just daylily stems, but a bit of my pinky.
I was already a bit sunstruck, so I sat for a moment, bemusedly watching the blood stream down my finger. Wow, that's really red, was my intelligent thought at the time.
At first I thought I could just go on sawing, but then came to the conclusion that maybe that was a bad thing.
The next thought that came into my sun-addled mind was Maybe I'd better stop the bleeding. My finger had other ideas.
After about five minutes, I decided I should go to Mom's office and ask if she had any first aid stuff. When I walked in, she was checking her email.
"Mom, do you have a first aid kit?"
"Um, I think I have one in here somewhere... what do you need a magnifying glass for?"
"No, no, a first aid kit."
"What? Why? What happened?"
I mutely held up my bloodstained hands, showing her the pinky that was still bleeding in a ridiculous manner.
We found some bandaids. I went back out in the sun some more. Then I nearly fell out and we got to go home.
Don't you wish you had my job?
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Date: 2005-07-20 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-20 03:01 am (UTC)"Wonderbread brand white bread."
Wait, that's six...
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Date: 2005-07-20 03:13 am (UTC)I mean, in the one word. I was in the store yesterday, and this woman was talking about bread, but it wasn't bread, it was buh-ruh-ay-ah-ed.
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Date: 2005-07-20 03:20 am (UTC)That's hilarious.
Heard a story somewhere sometime about an Irish woman asking for bread at a grocery store, but no one knew why she was asking for "breed."
...that was a lot funnier when I read it...
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Date: 2005-07-20 03:28 am (UTC)That reminds me. My mom is from Colorado, so she's always prided herself on her lack of southern accent. A few years after we moved to Alabama, she ran into the house all excited.
"The whale's singing!"
We were confused. Our house is omg so far away from any body of water even concievably large enough to hold a whale.
Turns out she was talking about our well in the backyard. Hee.